I hope to always remember these lazy days with little sweaty girls sound asleep. Even if I have to hold one of them them tight until they quit wiggling and they cry because they would rather play and sing and run around. And the other needs a good drum beat rhythm on the hiney and rock-rock-rock in the rocking chair.
Shhh, my little love. Go to sleep and dream of kittens and flowers and bubbles and the beach. I'll be here when you wake up. But probably asleep, too.
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